MAFIA

Loadin' my drum Pumpin' up the gun I'm wearin' my suit Gonna have some fun Lookin down the range These bullets, here they come My Chicago Typewriter Is gonna take more than one Loadin' my drum Pumpin' up the gun I'm wearin' my suit Gonna have some fun Lookin down the range These bullets, here they come My Chicago Typewriter Is gonna take more than one Everybody watch out Occultation's here to take Your mama's bread pile At your front gate Imma take all them goodies Just for PTAs Take em to the merchant "What am I sellin' today?" Ya boy is runnin' and gunnin' These bitches in the dark park Imma tell you what to do To get the gold in the bark After gettin' the gold We fly out like Tony Stark We gon' buy ourselves hoe With a bunch of stretch marks Takin all these bullets To the goddamn brain Zombies everywhere In this long campaign Everybody's dead to me I'll drip with bloodstains I'm just being me In my own domain Loadin' my drum Pumpin' up the gun I'm wearin' my suit Gonna have some fun Lookin down the range These bullets, here they come My Chicago Typewriter Is gonna take more than one Every single morning I wake up to see the sun Putting on my suit All black, it costs a ton All the light bleeding through my blinds It helps me find my gun When I step outside Your nun is gonna be none Oh, oh, that's a double pun They gon' understand why they gotta run They're runnin, tryna run from me Sucka, you know who I am You better run from me Occultation, he has a Six-Four He has a polished driveway at his front door Yes, please understand Understand that the man has a fuckin' plan When you walk to me I stare into your eyes You really wanna know What's about to come All this heat from my heater Is gonna paint the skies With the flash from my muzzle We are the mafia Loadin' my drum Pumpin' up the gun I'm wearin' my suit Gonna have some fun Lookin down the range These bullets, here they come My Chicago Typewriter Is gonna take more than one When you walk to me I stare into your eyes You really wanna know What's about to come All this heat from my heater Is gonna paint the skies With the flash from my muzzle We are the mafia